The Pot II
Claws raked through the air, leaving a trail of heat behind them. And I could hear his breathing restrict as he tried to dance away from me. The bastard was flighty, but I was quick. And my second attempt to snatch at him left me empty-handed while my other hand swung. My fist hit the ground, splitting and I felt my knuckles ache painfully.
"Denise, relax," Jacob tried to tell me. I could hear the seriousness in it, but the dim amused lilt hadn't left and I screamed again. I heard something break under my next punch as I slammed my fist into the nearby light pole and he darted around the fucking thing as I followed his steps in the dimly lit parking lot.
"Fuck you!"
"I see I struck a nerve," he sighed heavily, shaking his head before I caught the end of his hood finally, tearing it from his very body as my lengthened claws ripped the fabric to ribbons. I was breathing hot plumes into the air, and he looked smaller with each passing moment oddly enough. Strangely enough, with the passing seconds as I tried to grapple for him, heat wafted off my breath and rumbled deep from my chest. My body shuddered off the waves of icy Washington cold, somehow leaving me feeling more pissed than calm. "Come here!" I snarled, gnashing my canines at him.
Jacob's eyes were on me, brows rose, looking literally up towards me instead of slightly angled down as usual, like he was staring up a tower. I could see his hands lift in almost a plea as if begging me to calm down and a hot, unearthly roar left my chest that made him shrink back.
I think I heard him cuss, because in the next few moments, I was vaulting over the parking lot fence after him as I chased him deep into the woods. Branches and twigs snapped under my lifted arm and I swung at them like they were mere kindling, but I knew they were much bigger because the trees seemed to groan heavily as I pushed between them.
My hand struck out for his hood again as he vaulted between two closely nestled trees and my hand struck out when I realized I didn't fit through the narrow opening. I stared at him, watching him shrink back as he laughed nervously then turned to dart further between a brick wall just a little beyond the two trees I was stuck between and I screamed after him. I don't even think I was shouting his name, but merely yelling hotly into the air. I could hear the forest shudder and shake at my voice, and I was certain there was nothing I could do to get after him before I turned my gaze up, and started climbing.
The sheer ease of my weight seemed lifted as I vaulted myself up the trunk with ease. I don't remember my body being so light. Limber? Yes, but nothing like this. When I finally stopped scaling the tree, I stood at the top of a large branch that nearly broke under my weight only to vault myself onto the top of the brick wall. I felt my feet dig into the brick, my nails scratching unnervingly against it and possibly chipping off chunks of the material instead of my nails. I don't remember losing my shoes, but the thought finally occurred to me as I worked my way down the edge of the alley.
It was only when the flood light of someone's backyard porch light flicked on that I saw my reflection finally in the darkened sliding glass door. I nearly didn't recognize myself, if it weren't for my lifted hand. I was... Barely myself. I mean, not myself at all. I didn't look human. Fuck! I wouldn't even say I was ever human by the looks of it. I was a big, black burly thing of midnight fur and yellow eyes! Like some sort of haired beast with a dog's head mounted between my shoulders.